Exhaustion.

I feel like I have to detach myself, before love is snatched away from me. Because inevitably, it always gets snatched away.

Which poses the question: Was something so easily taken, really ever meant for me at all?

With every incident, I feel like I lose a little more of my faith in the L word. It's not completely gone...but it's hanging on by a flimsy thread.

For once, I'd like something that's free. Unwavering. Unconditional. Something that's just for me. 

Something that's permanent.

Something that I don't have to fight for...

Because I'm so tired of fighting.

And I don't have any fight left.